"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Calendars and Pens Out

I've been spreading the rumor, but in case you haven't heard, we're going to kick it old school on December 27th. My father and step-mother are celebrating the 10th anniversary of their marriage in D.C., so we're going to play like we're in high school and party like the parents are out of town. Because they will be. But we can't get busted, because we already told them about it, and they thought it was a great idea. Which takes a little of the fun out of it, if you ask me.

Extra cool points will be awarded for the following:
  • St. Ides Special Brew or your favorite 40oz.
  • Zima (super bonus points for kool-aid powder in your Zima)
  • Boone's Farm
  • Goldschlager/Aftershock
  • Schnapps of any kind, preferably pinched from your mom
  • Getting someone older to buy you shitty booze
  • Random hook-up with a friend
  • Random hook-up with friend of a friend
  • Random hook-up with the guy no one at the party has ever seen before
  • Random hook-up with several friends
  • Nekkidity
I fully appreciate:
  • it's not actually ten years ago.
  • getting drunk isn't as shiny and new as it once was.
  • there's no way in hell any of us would be caught dead with any of the aforementioned "alcoholic" beverages.
  • we'll probably all drink quite responsibly, won't end up puking or making out with a screen door, and will get to bed early because we have things to do tomorrow.
  • everyone has already hooked-up with everyone else. (Well, except for the guy no one has ever seen before)
But I am having people over, and we'll have a nice little fire in the place where the fire goes, and Ben will be doing his usual holiday honors for those interested parties. Our Canadian and Yankee expat. friends will be joining us as well.
So, ink it in, BYOSchapps, and get ready to party like it's 1996 all over again. Or bring a fine single-malt whiskey and share with your hostess.
Your choice.